Message from Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND
some time this morning. Our sincere condolences to the family. I know
Pete is feeling pretty bad as they were very good friends and he was
hoping to be able to visit him before his passing. But he also has not
been feeling very good and when the VA took him off all his meds,
including the gout meds, he got it in his right foot and hasn’t been able
to walk or get around very good for the past week. We go to Fargo on
Wednesday of this week and they will do the biopsy on his liver and
special labs ordered by the Minneapolis doctors on Thursday. We probably
won’t hear when we go to Minneapolis until the tests come back and are
evaluated. So doing alot of praying. He will eventually have to go back
on chemo but we won’t know that until the tests come back.
Take care now and say hi to Bernadette for me.
Verena
(October 28, 1949 – April 28, 2013)
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So so sorry to hear of Larry’s passing. We extend our condolences to his family.Gary
The only lady I can help identifying in the picture is #12. She
is Gladys Iverson as Identified, however she is Gladys Olson Iverson
and is my Grandpa Henry Olson’s oldest sister. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Peace and Power,
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Fountain Hills, Arizona
They turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timers Bar – ALL drinks
10 cents.”
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you! What’ll it be, gentlemen?”
In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis shaken, not stirred
and says, “That’ll be 10 cents each, please.”
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other.
They can’t believe their good luck.
They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again
saying, “That’s 40 cents, please.”
They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets the better of them.
They’ve each had two martinis and haven’t even spent a dollar yet.
Finally one of them says, “How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?”
“I’m a retired tailor from Phoenix ,” the bartender says, “and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million
and decided to open a place out here. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor, beer it’s all the same.”
“Wow! That’s some story!” one of the men says.
other people at the end of the bar who don’t have any drinks in front of
them and haven’t ordered anything the whole time they’ve been there
Bartender, “What’s with them?”